Chance Encounter(s)

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I glance up and see a pretty face looking at me through dark hair with a coy but suggestive smile.
The kind of glance you get and stands apart in your day's narrative.
For a briefest fraction of a moment I'm reminded of her.
I sit down. A kid nearby irritates me with******. I move a ways away ***********.

I get situated.
The petite dark haired girl from before I got on the ***** asks if anyone*****

Turns out she wasn't supposed to be on this ******.
I don't think much of it.
Moments like this only glare in retrospect.

It dawns on me that she's physically a mix of the two prettiest girls I've dated.
Girls that their faces strummed chords across the strings of my being.

We talk and she hits on me.
We exchanges numbers.
I sense recklessness on the horizon.
Recklessness and audacity.